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A/N: I am thinking of discontinuing this fic...


Yi Jeong's mind whirled trying to process all this new found information, "Dead? What did Woo Bin mean by that? Ga Eul-yang can't be dead... she's Ga Eul," he said to himself.

Still gripping his hand phone, he walked out of the men's room and into the balcony where it was deserted and tried to listen for more information but Woo Bin voice sounded more muffled. Deciding, that there's only one thing to do, Yi Jeong decided to call Ji Hoo.

"Yobusayo," came the monotonous tone of Yoon Ji Hoo through the phone,

"Ji Hoo, what the hell happened to Ga Eul?" Yi Jeong said harshly. There was a pause before Ji Hoo answered.

"Yi Jeong, is that you?"

"Yes it's me! Now tell me is Ga Eul alive or not?" Yi Jeong said gripping his phone tighter.

"I don't know how you know this Yi Jeong but we will try our very best to find out more,"

"Damn it YOON JI HOO! ANSWER MY QUESTION! Is she alive or not?" Yi Jeong yelled towards the receiver all losing his patience.

"I...I...," Ji Hoo sighed and said quietly, "No she's not. She was on a plane to see you and her plane crashed with no signs of survivors and no human remains."

Yi Jeong was speechless, and out of nowhere tears suddenly rolled down from his eyes.

"Ji Hoo, don't hold the funeral until I'm back. I'll leave now," said Yi Jeong hoarsely, not bothering to wipe the tears that slowly rolled down his cheeks.

"What? Don't you have an exhibition right now? Yi Jeong, don't do anything rash, we were planning to tell you after the exhibition. We didn't want to distract you!"

"Everyone knew about this except me? Some friend you guys are," Yi Jeong said scornfully, "I don't care! I'll be back tomorrow!" With that Yi Jeong put down his phone.

"What do you think you are doing?" a voice came from behind him. Yi Jeong turned and saw Jing Wen standing behind him with her hands on her hips giving him a steely glare.

"I don't have time for this," Yi Jeong murmured to her, trying to get out of the balcony, but she blocked the entrance.

"No Yi Jeong, I heard everything! You're not going back to Seoul until the exhibition is over! You hear me?" she yelled

"Damn It Jing Wen! I don't have time for this!" replied Yi Jeong trying to get past her.

"No I won't let you ruined your future. You spend 5 hours a day perfecting your masterpiece for this exhibition and now you're just going to waste this by getting disqualified? Master won't be please to hear this,"

"Don't you get it, that vase was for her!" Yi Jeong said through gritted teeth," The flower, the colour, the name, it was all for her. I named it 'Autumn breeze' because it reminded me of her while I was here," he continued softly, "And now that's she's gone, what's the point?"

Jing Wen was stunned at his confession and for a second she considered to let him go but her determination soon struck in.

"Yi Jeong, I'm sorry but I can't. That girl... would she have wanted you to do this? Would she have wanted you to throw away your future just because of this?"

Yi Jeong paused, he hadn't really thought of that. Ga Eul wouldn't have wanted him to just throw everything and run back. She would have wanted him to stay and make her proud.

"You're right," Yi Jung said softly,

"So...you'll stay?" Jing Wen asked slowly.

Yi Jeong nodded in reply. Jing Wen smiled in relief.

"I'm glad you changed your mind Yi Jeong. I'll go buy the earliest plane ticket for you right now,"

'Yi Jeong forced a smile back and nodded.


19 00

The competition was about to begin, the four judges went around the exhibitions, inspecting every detail of the handiwork. Yi Jeong felt nervous but at the same time, the fact that Ga Eul is dead rang in his mind every now and then.

An hour and a half later, it was time for the judges to announce the winners,

"And the third place goes to Gulianna Silcano of Venice, Italy for her exquisite work, 'Christmas Sky'!" announced the host gaily.

A young lady in a blue satin gown went up the stage and was presented with a small trophy and a certificate

"Second place goes to none other than our very own Amy Schreigezer from Sweden, for her excellent and extremely detailed handwork, 'White Beauty,'"

By now, Yi Jeong had lost all his confidence in winning, all he really care was to get back to Seoul before Ga Eul's funeral.

"The first place and champion of the world most prestigious award in the pottery industry goes to," the lights dimmed, "Jake Kim Sang Bum from United Kingdom!"

There hall erupted into loud cheers and applause as the spotlight shone on Jake Kim

"Wait, there's more,ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in world's history, two talented potters are tied for first place, and the other winner is none other than So Yi Jeong from Korea!"

Another's spotlight shone on Yi Jeong. He could hardly believe his ears; a rush of euphoria went through him as he walked numbly towards the platform forgetting about Ga Eul's death for a second.

The judges smiled proudly at him as they presented the award to him and Jake.

Yi Jeong looked at the award glittering in his hand, "I wish you were here with me," he whispered to himself thinking of the Ga Eul's warm smile.


(22 00)

After receiving the award and both Jing Wen's call claiming that she had managed to book him a ticket for a plane that leaves at 11 pm, Yi Jeong rushed to the airport as soon as he could to meet Jing Wen.

"Yi Jeong, here's your ticket," said Jing Wen handing him the ticket, "And Congratulations on your winning, now go back to Seoul, I'll take care of everything here,"

"Thanks Jing Wen for everything," Yi Jeong replied gratefully.

Jing Wen smiled back at him and to his surprise gave him a bear hug, "I'll miss you! Now that I'm all alone,"

With that, Jing Wen released him and Yi Jeong ran towards the gate preparing to board his flight back to Korea, his mind turned gloomy as he remembered the reason he was going back for.


A/N: *sob* I didn't describe how he felt accurately, you guys might be confused. Now just shoot me with your reviews about this chapter.

I'm too sad to write the small sketch plus they are also sad

P.S- Just so you know it's 12.40 am in my area.